"Holy s**t. "
"Exactly what I thought. "
"Naturally you said you'd be happy to inspire him. "
"Naturally," I said. "And . . . " Ferren Gin prompted eagerly. "And he asked to see my Mark. The one on my shoulders and back. "
"He did not. "
"He did. "
"Man, I would have peeled off my shirt faster than you can say Bubba loves trucks!" I laughed. "Well, I didn't take my shirt off, but I slid my Brooket down. Actually, he helped me. "
"Are you telling me Brook Troy, Vampyre Poet Laureate and hottest f-ing male on two feet, helped you off with your Brooket like an old-time gentleman?"
"Yeah. Like this. " I demonstrated by pushing my Brooket down around my elbows. "And then I don't exactly know what came over me, but all of a sudden I wasn't all nervous and stupid-acting. I took the strap
